Just one more

I've never been addicted to crack, but they say the reason it's so addictive is because the first high is so extreme that the junkie keeps trying to relive it. They will never get back to it, but they keep doing it anyways. That is also the definition of insanity, doing the same thing but expecting a different outcome. Similar to crack, there are Mexican restaurant chips . You start off saying ok, i'll have one and no matter how good or bad, you keep stuffing the face trying to get that satisfaction. Next thing you know, you have queso, guacamole, and the secret sauce that is really just a mix of the two.

Like all good crack, you go in it with an empty stomach, just starving, and then after a round ofmargaritas, you keep filling the basket. Finally, after the dust has settled, you are no longer hungry for the food you ordered and you take it to go. Then after a few hours, your hungry again and you go back for more.

Nobody wants to be a junkie, but like in the movies, it just calls your name, and then the refrigerator jumps at you. After a sprinkle of salt and after you've man handled every chip to find the one that is the perfect size for the amount of dip you desire, you chomp down. You wish that were the end, but after immediately judging it (dude, this is weak, the stuff last time was much better) you just wish one of the people at the table would tell you an interesting story so you could take your mind off of it. But after a few intense moments (who knows how long, time flies) the craving gets to be so intense that you have to go back for more. Oh no, they brought a different batch, I better try those.

Next thing you know, you go back again and again and again until your “friends” at the table cut you off (“that's enough, look at you”). You crave and crave and will do anything to get that next fix. It's not even that good, but you NEED it. You try everything from lying, to stealing, to going behind their back or to another table to get another. Then finally, the table looks at you and says, “I love you, but you have got to stop. If you cant, then we are going to leave.” After being forced to quit, the food comes and the intervention helps you realize that you are at rock bottom. You have nothing left (of your appetite). You suddenly feel alone in the seat while your happy table gobbles down. You try to keep in touch with them, but you grow apart, your disease has ruined your relationships. You sit there picking t your food knowing that you never want to do that ever again, especially since the withdrawals are so extreme.

As you pack up your food to go, you sneak a few in the box, “I'll just take this for later.”

It doesn't have to be like this, just say NO!

Moral of the story, we are all basically addicts, it's a disease